Some like It Wild (The Wild Ones #2)(43)
Author: M. Leighton

I make my way to the bar. I see several familiar faces here. This was my element before I left, starting with my first fake ID that everyone knew was fake, but didn’t care. I always ran with the older, wilder crowd.

“Well, if it isn’t Jake Theopolis,” the girl behind the bar purrs. Her name is Lila something. She’s a good ten years older than me. We had a thing when I was still in high school. I’m sure she had “things” with a lot of guys around town. “Where you been, sugah?”

I slide onto a bar stool. “Around. Working mostly. Gimme a beer. Whatever you’ve got on tap is fine.”

Her heavily made-up green eyes flicker back to me several times as she pours my beer. “This one’s on the house,” she says, placing it on a napkin in front of me. “Call it a welcome home present. The first of a few.” She winks at me, which tells me that one of my presents will be her. Naked. Riding me like a wild stallion. I remember that about her. She likes it on top.

Unbidden, a vision of Laney on top of me interrupts. I frown.

Damn the woman!

I glance over at her table. She’s preoccupied with her company. I’ll wait and talk to her when she’s alone. Or at least a little more alone.

“Did I hear her say you’re Jake Theopolis?” a voice asks from my right. I turn to see a guy lean on the stool next to me. “Single malt scotch, neat,” he says to Lila, tossing a bill on the bar.

“Yep, that’s me,” I tell him, taking a sip of my beer. There’s something about him that I don’t like right off the bat. I’m not sure if it’s the perfectly combed hair that’s undoubtedly loaded with all kinds of styling shit, or if it’s the dress shirt with unloosened tie that makes me think he’s a pretentious ass**le. But something about him makes my lip want to curl. “Do I know you?” I ask, knowing full well that I don’t.

“No, but I think you know my fiancée.”

I arch my brow at him, doubting very much that I do. “Oh yeah? And who’s that?” I sip my beer, wishing the guy would just take the hell off before he makes me get rude.

“Laney Holt.”

It’s all I can do not to spit a mouthful of beer all over the bar in front of me.

“Laney Holt is your fiancée?”

“Yep. We got engaged a few months back. Had a little bit of a misunderstanding before she came back here to sort out on your family’s case, but we got things worked out while she was in the hospital. Now I’m hoping we can set the date and get this thing done.”

Get this thing done?

He makes it sound more like a formality than the day when he’ll pledge his undying devotion to the love of his life.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he says, sipping the scotch that Lila just set in front of him. He leans in toward me, his eyes suddenly flat. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you two while we were . . . having problems, but you need to know that it’s over. Laney Holt will be my wife. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. There’s no need for you to make a fool of yourself by trying. Just let it go and I won’t have any reason to pay you a visit.”

I turn on my seat to fully face this guy. “Surely you didn’t just make the mistake of threatening me.”

“It’s only a threat if you choose to pursue Laney. If you walk away, I’m man enough to say no harm, no foul. I’ve forgiven her. End of story. Now you just need to walk away.”

For a dozen different reasons, everything in me wants to break this jackass’s jaw like it’s made of glass. But even though I don’t quite believe this guy, something is making me pause. Why would he say these things if they weren’t true, knowing that Laney is close and all I’d have to do is go ask her?

As much as it pains me to engage in civilized conversation with him, I grit my teeth and do it. I need to know if he’s telling the truth. I need to know if Laney really has moved on.

“You’ll understand if I need a little more than just your word to go on,” I tell him tightly.

His smile is as hard as his cold gray eyes. “Of course.” He glances at the table where Laney’s sitting. One of the girls sitting near her looks in our direction. I see this guy, Shane I think his name was, motion for her. The girl grabs her empty glass, says something to one of the others, and then heads our way.

“Harmony, you go to church with Laney, right? You two have been friends for years, right?”

Harmony, a small girl with springy black hair, looks around nervously. “Hush with the name calling, Shane. You know my mother would kill me if she found out I was here.”

“We’re not telling anybody anything. I just wanted you to clear up something for my friend here. He doesn’t believe that Laney and I got engaged. He thinks I’m still the same guy from college. You know, the confirmed bachelor.” The guy winks at her conspiratorially, making me think that what happened with him and Laney’s friend, Tori, was probably legitimate on his part. I’d say this son of a bitch is a creeper. I’d be willing to bet on it.

“You two went to college together?” she asks me. “Aren’t you from around here?”

“Yeah, originally, but I moved away a while back.”

“Ohhh,” she says, eyeing me appreciatively. “Well, sorry. You’re gonna lose the bet. Shane and Laney have been engaged for months. No one knew what to think when she showed up at church without him those few times. We couldn’t believe she’d let a guy like Shane go.”

She gives him a smile and Shane winks at her. I want to puke.

“You’re sweet, Harmony,” Shane oozes, “but it all worked out in the end. Thanks for clearing that up, honey.”

“Sure,” Harmony chirps, sliding onto a stool to get a refill of her drink.

“It’s on me,” Shane tells Lila, who nods her understanding. “So, any more questions, brother?”

“Just in what orifice you’ll be wanting my foot if you call me brother one more time.”

Shane throws his hands up in surrender, but there’s a smug expression on his face that clearly says he thinks he won.

And I guess, truth be told, he did. I didn’t realize I was even in the game until just now. But this was a much-needed reality check. While Laney is far too good for a dirty bastard like this guy, she’s far too good for me, too. And there’s only one of those two things I can help her with.